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The usual. Until I accidentally vaporized my maths teacher. I never asked to be the son of a Greek God. Now I spend my time battling monsters and generally trying to stay alive. Angry Gods.
Cannibal Giants. Ancient Labyrinths.
She soon learns this new world is nothing like her old one, and she struggles to make a place for herself among the Mohiri. But it soon becomes apparent to Sara and to everyone one around her that she is not your typical warrior. As the weeks pass, Sara builds new relationships, copes with her new trainers, and tries to manage her ever-changing powers, while keeping her unique heritage a secret. Looming in the background is the constant shadow of the Master who will do anything to find her.
Taken A Bitesize 1-hour read following our heroes as they try to get Lady BonyAss and her unborn child to the safety of Parvacastellum. The little band of knights have been joined by the mysterious Bedouin, Bayad Asman, who seems to be one of the good guys and eager to help.
Our heroes find a desert oasis. Hospitable nomads, food, cool water and a rest. Things are finally going their way.
They should enjoy it while it lasts, things are about to go downhill very fast. Locked in an iron coffin by the Queen of the Fae, Aelin must draw upon her fiery will to endure the months of torture inflicted upon her.
But even the many allies they've gathered to battle Erawan's hordes might not be enough to save the kingdom. Get all the official film tie-in books in the VA series for the one low price! Thor stood there, studying the horizon intently, looking for any sign of motion. The Silver, he knew, would have to take this, the only road into his village, and he wanted to be the first to spot them.
His flock of sheep protested all around him, rose up in a chorus of annoying grunts, urging him to bring them back down the mountain, where the grazing was choicer. He tried to block out the noise, and the stench.
He had to concentrate. One day, when The Silver came, he would surprise all those who had underestimated him and be selected.
In one swift motion, he would ascend their carriage and say goodbye to all of this. The oldest was nineteen and the others but a year behind each other, leaving Thor a good three years younger than any of them. Worse, they were taller and broader and stronger than he, and Thor, who knew he was not short, nonetheless felt small beside them, felt his muscular legs frail compared to their barrels of oak. His father made no move to rectify any of this—and in fact seemed to relish it—leaving Thor to attend the sheep and sharpen weapons while his brothers were left to train.
It was never spoken, but always understood, that Thor would spend his life in the wings, be forced to watch his brothers achieve great things.
His destiny, if his father and brothers had their way, would be to stay here, swallowed by this village, and give his family the support they demanded.
Worse still was that Thor sensed his brothers, paradoxically, were threatened by him, maybe even hated him. Thor could see it in their every glance, every gesture.
Nonetheless, Thor made the best of what he had, finding a way to make his clothes fit, tying the frock with a sash around his waist, and, now that summer was here, cutting off the sleeves to allow his toned arms to be caressed by the breezes.
These were matched by coarse linen pants—his only pair—and boots made of the poorest leather, laced up his shins. He wore the typical uniform of a herder. But he hardly had the typical demeanor. Thor stood tall and lean, with a proud jaw, noble chin, high cheekbones and gray eyes, looking like a displaced warrior.
His straight, brown hair fell back in waves on his head, just past his ears, and behind them, his eyes glistened like a minnow in the light. He had tried to raise the issue with his father once.
A March of Kings (The Sorcerer’s Ring #2) by Morgan Rice
It had not gone well. His father had summarily ended the conversation, and he had not tried again.
He would stand for selection with the others. His father could not stop him. He felt a knot in his stomach at the thought of it. The first sun rose higher, and when the second sun began to rise, a mint green, adding a layer of light to the purple sky, Thor spotted them.
A Sky of Spells (The Sorcerer’s Ring #9) by Morgan Rice
He stood upright, hairs on end, electrified. There, on the horizon, came the faintest outline of a horse-drawn carriage, its wheels kicking dust into the sky. His heart beat faster as another came into view; then another. Even from here the golden carriages gleamed in the suns, like silver-backed fish leaping from the water. By the time he counted twelve of them, he could wait no longer. Heart pounding in his chest, forgetting his flock for the first time in his life, Thor turned and stumbled down the hill, determined to stop at nothing until he made himself known.
He reached a clearing and saw his village spread out below: a sleepy country town, packed with one-story, white clay homes with thatched roofs.
There were but several dozen families amongst them. Smoke rose from chimneys as most were up early preparing their morning meal.
Just another farming village on the edge of the Ring, another cog in the wheel of the Western Kingdom.A good rule of thumb is that series have a conventional name and are intentional creations , on the part of the author or publisher.
Also by This Author. There is not a dull moment to be found. So, " 0 prequel " sorts by 0 under the label "prequel. Awesome plot!